Blahness

I'm bored. When I'm bored, I start thinking "blah." And when I start thinking that, I start writing it and saying it. Which makes my husband nervous, as he's read somewhere that people who write and say "blah" a lot are suicidal. I'm not, but I suspect I may be depressed. He thinks it's because I don't have enough work to do, and the solution is for me to get another job. I am therefore encouraged daily to search out and apply for another job. Applying for jobs may be the most depressing thing I've ever done, especially because it frequently ends in being turned down by snooty people who write things like "Good luck in your search for employment." And yes, that is a direct quotation. Look, pal, I AM employed.
So I get bored and depressed, my husband tells me to get a job, and I get more depressed because I feel like he thinks I'm a lazy bum, so I try and fix it by applying for jobs, whereupon I'm turned down by obnoxious people and get more depressed. It's a vicious circle. I'm also encouraged to paint. This is not a good plan. I was taught to paint by a woman who apparently had little creative instinct, since she painted mostly from photographs and encouraged her students to paint from other paintings. Hence, unless I have something else to look at, I don't know what to paint. Or maybe I'm just blaming my own shortcomings on other people. At any rate, I haven't painted for over a year now, besides the walls of our apartment. I guess they turned out pretty good, but they're not exactly works of art.